When I first heard about Dinosaur Pizza, I knew I loved it. Dinosaur Pizza, according to Tina Pramann, one of the world’s finest childcare professionals (imho), is a tactic to get your children to eat their vegetables by asking them to pretend they’re the giant-est and hardest-core vegetarians to have ever roamed the earth. Of course, I’m referring to the Brontosaurus.
When you’re a 16-ton celebrity of the Jurassic period, instead of a small child, a pile of leafy green things surrounded by cheese and sauce tastes totally good rather than totally grody.
My kids are a little young for the concept of imaginative play-eating, but we’d recently suffered a dino disaster in our household. I was eager to restore the good Bronto-name.
Dinosaur Pizza is easy to pull together from pantry and freezer staples, as I did last Sunday night before I’d gotten to the grocery store. While I didn’t have a jar of pizza sauce, I did have a can of tomatoes, so I made Marcella Hazan’s famously simple, famously delicious tomato sauce for the pizza base.